A.N.: Hey all, this is my first venture into VD territory, just a tag to the Caroline/Tyler scene in "Daddy issues" when he goes to apologize, told from Tylers' POV. Tylers' thoughts in italics. I really hope Tyler comes back soon, the poor guy
Disclaimer: Don't own it
In his head he had crossed over the threshold into her house and gathered her in his arms, whispering comforting nonsense as he stroked her blood streaked hair. She had peacefully laid there for all of half a second, before bringing up her clenched fists and pummeling them into his broad chest. He let her scream out her frustration and betrayal, all the while mumbling sorry over and over again, as if one of them would actually change a damn thing. She would cry and curse, and thrash and he would hold on, tightening his grip just enough so that she knew, he wasn't going to leave her. Not again…never again. Eventually her head would fall to his shoulder, sobs stifling to sniffles, he would kiss her forehead gently, lips lingering over the spot where she had been shot, and she would run out of gusto. He would make promises that he meant with all of his fucked up heart, he would swear on his life that he would never let her be hurt again. She would grumble that he was an asshole, he would heartily agree, she would laugh softly…a tinkling, cheery sound to break the grief. He would kiss her, pouring every frustrating and beautiful emotion into that one kiss. She would reciprocate and he would begin to peel her blood soaked clothes off of her, making sure to caress every scar and spatter of blood he found on her with tender touches. And at the end of it all she would forgive him, because she was wonderful and loving and everything he never knew he needed. Tyler would find a way to be worthy of her, to take care of her as much as she had taken care of him. He would find a way to earn back her forgiveness with every breath he took. Because he loved her…and there just wasn't any way he could lose her now.
In reality she glared at him through eyes that were cold and angry. She kept her stance protective and looked ready to take a chunk out of him at a moments' notice. He wanted to reach for her as he noticed the violent stains of crimson that tainted her; he was too much of coward to actually do it though. She looks like she was going to cry, he hates it. Almost as much as he hates himself. He says he's sorry, knows how idiotic it sounds as it leaves his mouth, wishes that he could say something, anything, to make her understand. And then…she was saying things that he didn't think were possible for her to say. That it was too late 'please god no' that they weren't friends anymore 'we are so much more than that.' Her voice trembles, jagged and torn as she informs him that what happened tonight 'look at her body, look at what they did to her' will never happen again. She tells him to take that back to his wolf pack and get the hell out of her house. Her voice is full of disdain, absolutely dripping with contempt. He can't process what just happened, can't fathom how far the chasm is between them now. When the door slams in his face he can feel that he has been dismissed from more than her porch. He stares at the numbers on the side of her house until they begin to blur, tears biting at the corner of his eyes. He doesn't remember anything after that until he is taking a swig from a liquor bottle in a beat up old trailer. It burns all the way down.
a.w.: let me know what you think, god bless :D